(I was originally going to post this in "Stinger Talk", but the subject isn't really the Stinger, but what the Stinger means to me.) My wife asked me why I lavish so much time and thought and attention on my car, a mere material thing: it seems out of character, given my devotion to metaphysical things/thoughts/expectations. And I said that the Kia Stinger is like a type or illustration of how close to perfection thousands of people working together can come to creating a thing of beauty and utility: a machine, a tool, and also a work of art far beyond what is required: just for the FUN (the joy) of it. The Singer came into my life like a gift. At a time when I did not have to work for it, I was effectively handed this beautiful thing, this Toy of Joy. And I have remained amazed. I contemplate how this car, from dream/concept to production is an example of how human beings, a collective of egocentric universes, each one individually brilliant at what they know how to do, can come up with anything. Step by learning step we arrive at higher levels of accomplishment. And this world must be our collective efforts: built and sustained by our combined determination. This “mortality” is the work of immortals, to play and learn in … forever. The Stinger moves my thoughts more in this direction, so it is a gift to me with a purpose far beyond the mere enjoyment of taking care of it and driving it. When I think about it, admire it, clean it, drive it, I am reminded constantly of the meaning of its very existence: it means that people can combine what they are and create a thing far beyond their own individual abilities. The totality of Existence, of the eternally expanding Multiverse, is “built” by the fragmented (shared) Mind Of God, manifesting as each one of Us: and when we combine with purpose, this is the kind of result: a beautiful car, or a whole world, and “worlds without end”.